#TinaOnTuesday featuring Wild on You Snippets!
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On a good day as a Navy SEAL, you save a life, protect a freedom, stop a killer. And on a bad day . . . well, you don’t get to have a bad day. But then one SEAL team does. Five impeccably trained soldiers who are used to danger and unafraid of death are sent into a black ops assignment where no one knows the full story of deceit and deception. The situation gets ugly. The press gets wind. Someone has to take the fall. And when these five SEALs fall, they fall hard.
Meet the Justiss Alliance: Risk, Rath, Saxby, Knox, and Julian. Led by a mysterious employer with plenty to hide, these fallen stars of the D.O.D. are about to take advantage of their ruined reputations and start turning wrongs to rights—no matter the cost.
Now back to Wild on You . . . .
The Justiss Alliance is an elite team of heroes out to do right. In Wild on You, one untamable SEAL meets a woman who handles the wildest sort of animals—until she herself becomes the hunted. Read more here
Last week’s snippet:
“Let me show you what I’m dealing with.” The general pulled his keyboard close and began pecking at it. “What you’ll be dealing with.” He turned his monitor to show them his daughter’s Facebook page. The ID read Addie Wunder, Animal Hugger. The big picture on top was a horse racing across an open field. In the corner was a picture of Addie, with the same blond hair and incredible blue eyes as in the childhood pictures behind the general . . . except she was all grown up now.
Way grown up. Risk would guess her to be in her mid-twenties. In the most recent picture on her timeline, she was in front of a zoo, holding a sign protesting cruelty against a tiger cub, tight white pants and leopard-print tank top wrapped around a nice little figure. Her latest post called out to anyone in the Ruckersville area to protest the zoo’s next stop. Farther down, a YouTube video proclaimed to expose a canned hunt in Georgia, with Addie’s face frozen in passionate ire. Another picture showed her in a dark pink bikini, bathing dogs at a fund-raiser for a no-kill shelter. If Risk wrapped his hands around her waist, the tips of his fingers would probably touch. She had an amazing set of boobs, a bit more than a handful, firm and—
“I’m a poker player, son,” the general said, pinning him with his gray eyes. “You’re obviously not.”
Risk cleared his throat. “Sorry, sir.”
“Normally I’d worry about how you’re looking at my daughter, a guy like you.”
“Like me?” Risk bristled.
“Good-looking, muscular, with that dangerous gleam in his eyes. Let me dispel any notions you may have. She’s gay.”
Risk looked at that delicate heart-shaped face with the spark of rebellion. Please say it ain’t so. “That’s a shame, sir.”
General Wunder sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “Tell me about it. I’ve offered a hundred thousand dollars to the guy who can persuade her to go straight. Had a millionaire businessman try, a marine, even an Army captain.
Well, you didn’t try a SEAL, sir. “Did she know?”
“Only that I was setting her up on blind dates, inviting them to dinner or charity events. Adeline was polite, but no deal.”
“Is the offer still on the table?” Risk couldn’t resist a challenge, especially when the prize was a saucy dish. The hundred thou would be nice, too.
“Not to someone like you. Stop bristling, boy, or you’re going to grow spines. I’m not talking about what happened with your SEAL team in Mexico.
Something smelled rank about that whole deal.”
“That whole deal,” the defuckle, as it was now referred to, had trashed Risk’s military career.
“You know about it?”
“I don’t know anything. I suspect that your team took the fall for a black op. I never did trust that Hammer organization. Despite their alleged intentions, they’ve been implicated in bloodshed themselves. The pictures they leaked to the media, showing how the ‘rogue SEALs’ had recklessly killed women and children at the compound, were obviously staged. Chase assured me that there was a lot more to it than your team screwing up. It’s rank that you all took the fall. It’s really rank that one of your own died.”
Risk nodded in appreciation of the sentiment. “So what did you mean by someone like me?”
“You’re an adrenaline junkie. I know that gleam, because I’ve seen it in my daughter’s eyes since she was two—right before she climbed up the railing to the second floor. You’d feed off each other, probably get yourselves killed flying off some mountain on a kite or something.”
Which sounded fun. Risk shifted his attention back to Addie’s picture. “Bet she’s vegan, too.”
“Lacto-ovo vegetarian, which means she eats dairy and eggs.” Wunder smirked. “She taught me the difference. But sometimes I see her eyeing the steak I’m having as she’s eating that tofu crap.”
He grunted, shaking his head. Then his steely eyes focused on Risk. “You’re to accompany Adeline to her home to unload the animals she brought here. Then she’s to go to my brother’s home in the Hamptons to lay low for a while.”
Risk wanted to groan. An indeterminate amount of time lounging around some mansion with a hot lesbian. Could life be any more unfair?
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Addie gave him another once-over. “You look like a bodyguard.”
Risk glanced down at himself. “I am one, so I’m thinking that’s a good thing.”
“No, it’s not. Can you look . . . normal? Casual, I mean?”
Honestly, he was glad to get out of the button-down shirt and tie. “Give me a sec.” He whipped off the tie, jamming it into the bag. Then he unbuttoned his dress shirt, stripped out of it, and pulled a blue-striped Polo shirt from the top of the bag. As the collar cleared his face, he caught sight of Addie watching him.
No, watching him. Her expression was perfectly placid, but her pupils were dilated, an involuntary response to arousal. She dropped her gaze to the cat in her arms and started baby-talking to it in an obvious diversionary move.
Interesting, since she was supposedly gay. He needed to investigate further. With a wince, he said, “Damn, forgot this shirt has one of those annoying tags that digs into the back of my neck.”
He stripped off the shirt and dug in his bag, all the while watching her in his peripheral vision.
Yep, she was watching him. He noticed that her lower lip had gone a little slack as he pulled out another shirt. She made the tiniest sound somewhere deep in her throat when he yanked it down over his head.
Very interesting. “You go both ways, don’t you?
Can you tell me how that works? I’ve always wondered how someone can be attracted to both genders. I guess it really opens up the dating pool, eh?”
She brushed her long bangs from her face. “I don’t go both ways.”
“Really? Because I thought . . . Ah, never mind.”
He put his clothing bag in the storage bin, closed it, and hefted the other one. “This one goes with me.”
She eyed the bag. “What’s in there?”
“Tools of my trade.”
“You’re . . . armed?”
“Of course. How else am I going to protect you?
Wagging my finger and calling them dirty names sure isn’t going to do it.” He hoped she wasn’t anti-weapon on top of everything else.
“I suppose not. I’m just not really around weapons much. Daddy keeps his out of sight, locked in a safe.” She searched his person with her gaze.
“Don’t worry. You can’t even tell I’m armed, as you can see. My gun is in a SERPA, which is a retention holster.” He lifted his shirt to show her the molded plastic holster. “It allows me to keep the gun in condition one, loaded and ready, but requires me to press a release button so it won’t accidentally go off.” He’d also need to put his finger on the trigger, but he didn’t need to tell her that part. Or about the knife at the small of his back.
“If it’s necessary.”
He gave her a solemn nod. “It is, ma’am.”
“And please don’t call me ma’am. You’re probably older than I am.”
“You’re right about that, ma— Should I just call you Addie? Or Miss Wunder?”
“Addie will do. Miss Wunder makes me sound like a porn star.”
He had to temper his laugh. And he wouldn’t tell her that she looked like one.
“She likes you,” Addie said, looking at the kitten in Risk’s lap.
“You say that like you’re surprised. Females love me.” He gave her the smile that made every woman he’d used it on smile back. And sometimes more. Heck, even grandmas responded.
She frowned instead. “I’ll bet you use that smile as your pickup line.”
He felt the smile fade. “Okay, I believe you. You’re gay.”
Addie started the engine and pulled out. She handled the vehicle like a pro, taking corners efficiently without sending the van into tilt. Her arms were toned, though he doubted she did curls at a gym. She kept her attention on the road, studiously ignoring him. He wasn’t about to let her get away with that.
“Have a girlfriend?” he asked.
Her eyes shifted to him briefly. “Shirley. She’s my partner in Animal Huggers.”
He attached a hot redhead to the name and sank into a fantasy about the pinup girl and Addie tangling in the sheets of one of those outdoor beds by the sea. He walked up the steps into the private cabana and gave them the smile. Addie whispered something to Shirley, who nodded, and both women looked at him with hungry eyes. That same hunger he’d seen in Addie’s eyes earlier. Addie crooked her finger at him.
“Oh, stop that.”
Her snapping voice jerked him right out of the scene. “Stop what?” Good thing the cat was on his lap, even with its claws.
“You’re fantasizing about me and some woman, aren’t you? And we’re inviting you to join us, I bet.”
Damn, no wonder he always lost at poker. No point in denying it, he supposed. “And you interrupted before I got to the good part.”
“If two women are interested in each other, what makes you think they’ll want some guy pushing in on their action?”
“Good question. But hey, it is a fantasy, after all.”
She let out a breath, which made her bangs bounce. “I’m not gay.”
Something in his chest twanged. Something lower twanged, too, and he realized that it was much better to see her as unavailable. “I won’t fantasize about you and your girlfriend anymore. It was disrespectful.”
Her eyes widened. “I’m not gay. I told my father I was because he was always trying to settle me down with some boring guy. It just sort of came out of my mouth in my frustration one night after the umpteenth ‘Look who happened to stop by, honey.’ I was poking him, but he bought it. So I let him believe it, which I know was mean and terrible, but I was desperate at the time. Since Shirley is gay, and my best friend, I use her as my cover.”
His whole body was pulling toward her now, which was really bad. “You may think you’re pretending, but down deep inside, you do swing that way. And that’s perfectly fine. Better than fine.” He let his gaze scan her without giving away how hot she looked in that tight shirt. Or at least he hoped he didn’t give it away. “You’ve got gay written all over you by the . . .” Except words failed him, because there was nothing but straight goodness as far as the eye could see. Come on, don’t fight me on this. Play along.
He gestured vaguely at her head, groping for something to point out as evidence. “By that certain light in your eyes and the way you move.”
Her mouth was getting tighter, her face redder. “By what light? And what way I move?” She came to a stop at a red light and turned to him.
He shrugged. “It’s just a vibe. I can’t put my finger on it.”
She shifted the van into park, leaned over, and plastered her mouth against his. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in, and the moment his lips involuntarily parted, she plunged her tongue inside. Oh, buddy, she was so straight.
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